Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit. Another month starts and another incantation of the childhood verse to bring good luck. Last month, I was too busy and didn’t start off my blog post with the chant, and August has been a rough month. I am currently sitting at the town library, haven recently taken a cold shower at the town high school, as I wait for my power to return. Perhaps there are some parallel systems going on, since not only is our house powerless, but there are other areas where I’m feeling powerless right now as well.

Yet they say that whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and to borrow from Monty Python, “I’m not dead yet”. So, I’m waiting patiently for power to return and thinking about what I will do when the power comes back. Joseph Campbell’s Hero with a Thousand Faces seems to be looking over me and I wonder where I am on my current journey.

Whenever I think, “They say that…”, Bob Dylan’s “I Shall Be Released” comes to mind:

They say every man needs protection
They say that every man must fall
I swear I see my own reflection
Somewhere so high above this wall

I haven’t figured out what this has to do with the aftermath of the storm; perhaps that’s part of the monomyth to be discovered, yet

I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

So, I sit at the library and read Thoreau’s “Cape Cod”. It provides an interesting contrast and perhaps connection between our week camping on Cape Cod, and our week without power in Connecticut.

So, another month starts. It brings with it Kim’s birthday, the tenth anniversary of 9/11 and who knows what else. Perhaps a lucky rabbit’s foot will be my magical talisman.